Artist: Ruff Ryders  
Album: Ruff Ryders: Ryde Or Die Vol. 1  
Title: Kiss Of Death  
 

<BR><b>[Featuring Jadakiss] 


AHH!! 

[Jadakiss] 
They tryin-they comin' for my head po (uh) 
They're tryin' to put pressure on a nigga 
Huh, short notice (uh-huh) 
Got sumpin' for them niggaz though (uh-huh) 
Yo 

[Verse 1] 
I'm like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high 
And it never was all of, so stop the lies 
Mothafuckas'll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed 
The same niggaz that you trust, let 'em watch your seed 
You got a dead niggaz, money don't stop the greed 
That's why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 
And whoever die first, may god forgive 
the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz 
To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin' the lye 
And come to my wake high, when your tellin' me bye 
What goes around comes around, am I comin' or goin'? 
All i'm tryin' to do is leave you numb, gunnin' or flowin' 
I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin' at 'cha people 
I'm lookin for the devil 'cuz money's the root of evil 
And 'Kiss won't be happy 'til my bezel look see-thru 
Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle 
Catch me with the top, off my whip 
Bust my gun while it's still tucked so you could hop, off my dick 
I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice 
Blue pacholies and rolies 
At the mob meetin', keep quite when the God speakin' 
Squeeze my joint, 'til my mothafuckin' palm squeakin' 
And nevermind who the lox'll sign to (that's right) 
What difference do it make nigga? 
Just listen to the tape nigga (c'mon) 

[Chorus] 

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh) 
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh) 
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah) 
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh) 
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh) 
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop (tell 'em) 
Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don't expect (naw) 
'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death 

[Verse 2] 
Yeah, Yo, Yo 
I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell? 
'Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell 
If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin' the shells 
With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you 
It's a small world, so you better guard your secrets 
And it's easy to get money, but it's hard to keep it 
Never was the one that like to hound no bitch 
All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich 
Screw all-a-y'all cowards, I consider you lames 
Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game 
That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin 
And no mack-10, it was just bats then 
U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope 
Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke 
And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs 
I get 'em half-price 'cuz papi know my name 
Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa 
And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car 
'Cept for the bar 
I try to put a little money away 
'Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain't promised today 
Either bubblin' or strugglin', nuttin between 
Or have a grimie nigga like me, fuckin' ya Queen 
And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that's right) 
And the outside nigga can't fuck up my flow (c'mon) 

[Chorus] 

Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die 
Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry 
Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes 
Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes 
Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block 
Kiss got the label's tellin' niggaz not to drop 
Everthing you get, you really don't expect 
'Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death 
Uh